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Neurotic thinks she should
die this year
because it isn't fair
that she'll live longer than her mom

Psychotic takes the suicide on.

Neurotic is 51 now like her mother was
she died of a brain tumor because
upside down in a canal for 4 minutes at 27
took my sweet momma to an early heaven

Psychotic drives into the Columbia River alone.

Neurotic knows the white bible
38 years old now lies idle
mixes with her mamma's dust
so she can somehow be alive in God's trust

Psychotic sleeps on her mamma's grave
where mom calls out for what she gave
shouts to her that she is God
Awakens sure she is, how  odd.

4/25/2007 0830 cj

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